Jungles

The jungles all about me, 
green and wood the scene.
Tangles, vines and underbrush 
lie crumpled in the green.
Tigers, snakes and elephants,
 
monkeys climb the trees.
And I can't find the pathway 
with this jungle fever freeze.

I'm tangled in the vines, 
I'm tripping o'er the stones.
The snakes have come to meet me 
and I'm stranded all alone.

The tigers roar above me,
  the elephants have run

And the jungle fevers caught me 
and I think I've come undone.
Fever rises like a sharpened knife 
to wound my weary brain
And all the jungle animals 
have driven me insane.
The fevers mad me crazy, 
it's defeated all I've seen.
It's messed up my dreams, 
belief and mind and everything's all green.
As, the animals turn and stare, 
at me lying, dying there
At me burning, turning cold 
and if they cared, it never showed!

May 13, 1971

by

Lady LaMythica

 LaMythica, a.k.a. Linda A. Copp © 1971-2015
 

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